I'm 40 years old and have a daughter. Shortly after she lost her mother, she painted a picture of her mother on the cement floor of the orphanage. She carefully took off her shoes and fell asleep on her mother's chest... I really don't know how to describe this moment in human language.
When I saw her do this, I suddenly felt an unnameable anger. Doesn't she still have me as her father? I immediately shook her awake and scolded her, asking why she still cared about that wretched woman! She immediately yelled and pushed me out of the room. I flew out the window as if there was no gravitational pull to stop me...
Then I fell off the bed and felt dizzy. At this moment, I heard terrifying screams outside the door. Suddenly turning my head, I found a pair of eyes under the bed looking at me, saying, "Daddy, why did you fall down?"
I broke out in a cold sweat... direct current.
I don't have a daughter... I live alone...

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